I sweep my thoughts across the room to see all I think is here all I hear is crying and I feel tears fall from the air one by one they pass their expressions liked stained glassed looking down at me saying at leasts he's free soon the air becomes cold and the light in the room dims then the earth unfolds where I am to layed to rest little by little they fill me in and all I can do is grin....
Reason for writing:
i was thinking what it is gonna be like when i die
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